Gravenhurst Winter Moon
we sit in warm rooms
outside the winter moon shines down on a frozen field far
beyond the edge of town furrows ploughed hard as
mountains we sit in warm rooms outside the winter moon
shines down through branches of needle trees rake the
black sky like leaves and the stars are silent and in our
rooms beside the fire we talk ignoring all of the dramas
played outside and in our rooms beside the fire we drink
unaware of all nature's forces in our lives
